Lighthouse station Level 3
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Great, 'return to the ship.' Because I just love blown up ships- Oh, on the ground, you say. Well I just love the ground. And bug people. Well I just love bugs. Best day of my fu-…" he paused as he realized that his thoughts were finding words with Stark still in the room with him. With a heavy sigh he added, "I'm not insane," as if it made a difference at this point.
"Sure you an't luv, and I'm a princess." She grinned and winked at him through her faceplate. "Well we better start dragging our asses down there. Though if I might make an suggestion." She looked down the corrador, "maybe we should head there on foot, we can investage as we go and give a fuller report once we get there."
It took him a moment to get that she was joking, the fact that he was on a ship captained by actual royalty making it seem plausible in that second. He looked over his shoulder at her, "great, so we're both crazy." With some of the chuckle lingering in his voice he got back to business, "before I head out I need to do something slightly illegal. If your still here in three seconds that counts as taking an oath of secrecy."
Shrugging Stark had turned and covered him. She wasn't so sure what he was about to do, but she was still smirking about about the both of them being crazy, and the fact they had between them enough firepower to take down most small starships.
He moved to the left terminal and began downloading an additional AI program. It was a simple program built to run subroutines in the SAoY software to grant remote access to its user. It had no real personality to speak of and communicated through either script or fax, thus he dubbed the program 'Faxtrot'.
Should they choose to keep the station in service they'd be replacing the computer anyway.
In a moment the screen went blue with commands filling the small command prompt in the center at lightning speed, evidence that it was the SAINT analysts Candon had befriended that made the bulk of the code. The program's simplicity fit the standard AIES well and in a few moments the screen was back to normal.
"Faxtrot: test," Suites commanded. The sound of a fax machine replied with corresponding words appearing in the bottom of his HUD.
Code:
Faxtrot:online…
Status:undetected...
Access:all systems...
Perfect. Always good to keep an eye on things.
"Alright, team. Were done here. See if you can't get your meds to go," he radioed to his team then to the ship, "Eucharis Actual, inform Medical we have injured infantry returning."
She wasn't so sure what he did, it was all computery and stuffs. It wasn't her realm of technical knowlege. On top of that she really didn't care, she was more curious why he would do something illigal instead of being a good soldier boy, like it seemed all the other SAoY were.
"I'll give you cover and you lead, Other then my hand gun I really don't have the gear for close combat." she took and moment to make sure the scope was ready and set for the lower light levels in the Lighthouse, and made doubly sure the ammuntion and magazines where seated right. Flicking the safety off she smiled, "I'm ready."
With a nod he began walking to the lift that was now operating normally, spying her HHG as he passed her. "Damn, Princess," he said casually, using her new nickname, "thats a big gun. When I found out I was being assigned to a ship I traded my Origin industries sniper for one of those infamous hand cannons and hybrid rounds. It makes me miss my rifle less."
She guestured down to her hip, where the very HHG he just discribed was hanging in her holster. "Like that little saturday night specail?" tony winked at him and then raised her rifle and started following him.
In a minute they would arrive at the Medical bay but first he had a task for his program, a way to kill the eggs and hopefully disinfect the station. "Faxtrot, set the stations thermostats to zero K." The annoying sound replied,
Code:
COMMAND RECIEVED...
Processing...
SYSTEM REQUEST: set_temp_(0)
Temp=(0)K
TASK COMPLETE
Standing by...
The task of cooling the station to absolute zero was impossible but In a few hours the station would be so cold even a power armored soldier would feel It. Any eggs wouldnt stand a chance.
Lighthouse station Level 5, Medical bay
"Are we all set?" Candon asked to the rest of the team as he entered the room. After a few seconds Tony stepped in backwards, rifle pointed out to cover the walkway leading up.